On the screen a young woman was giving a blow job. The k** sighed and asked me if I'd ever had one. He said "me too" when I told him I'd never done an...ything with another person. We quietly laughed at that one.The thought of getting a blow job was amazing, but I started wondering if the woman got anything out of giving one. I looked over at his hard cock realized what I was really wondering about was would I get anything out of it. It was hard to picture myself doing it; it was also turning me. " said Monica. Monica was a great negotiator and not a bad looker either. Monica was in her early 40's, with some curves here and there. She didn't have much going on up top but could definitely fill out those tight ranger pants we were all issued.I finally relented "Fine, Monica but you owe me." I sternly said to her. "Great! Follow me back to the tourist hut." I followed her back to the hut which was only a short walking distance from the pool. As we approached the hut, I could see two older. .please," is all I can say. "Good, because I want you, Baby," you reply. You slowly saunter over to me, each step you take making me breathe a little harder. You lean over and kiss me deeply. "Do you want to touch me?" you ask. I nod and you say, "Go ahead Baby." I reach up and place my hands around your hips. I slowly slide my hands up your sides and than I cup your breasts and gently massage them. You close your eyes and moan softly. I gently start squeezing your nipples as I feel. I’d never had a serious boyfriend, for various reasons, but when Marsie had been curious about kissing at thirteen or so, I helped her learn. We didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, and had plenty of fun making out together. I knew there were things we didn’t say, when we fell asleep after kissing every night. I could see the glimmer in her eyes, the darkness in them that reflected the hunger our actions pulled up in her. It was the same for me, the ache that only my fingers buried in.